Tabby’s Place never writes off a cat. Their needs may be daunting. Their fears may be ferocious. Their opinions of us may be … unprintable. No matter. We will not dismiss them. We will not give up on them. We will love them as they are. We do not write cats off. Even more astounding, […]
Bob is calling. Bob will keep calling. Bob is not into texting. Bob will leave as many voicemails as necessary.
Shoes, man! Wait. What? No. Ahem. Cats, man! Sneakers will surely forgive this trespass. Sneakers will forgive anything.
Someone must have told Nelson it is a wonderful thing to be a Tabby’s Place cat. He immediately decided that there is only one thing more wonderful: being all the Tabby’s Place cats, simultaneously.
She doesn’t use “product.” She doesn’t trust stylists. And the whole world is her magic school bus. So buckle up, ’cause we’re in for a frizzy ride.
You’re the one, sweet Izma. Of course it’s you. It was always you. It will always be you. But you’re not quite sure that’s a good thing. We understand.
Every year, usually soon after Memorial Day, Tabby’s Place staff and volunteers congregate in a garden to remember and honor beloved cats (and sometimes people) lost to us during the previous 12 months.
When you decide to adopt a cat, several questions are in order. “How am I so fortunate as to live in a world containing cats?” “How can I be worthy of a creature of infinite splendor?” And, most importantly, “why not … ?”
We work hard to prevent feline fatherhood at Tabby’s Place. This is the all-important “N” at the center of TNR. (That’s “Trap, Neuter, Return,” not “Turkey, Nuggets, Ravioli,” no matter what Bello tries to tell you.) But you can be a great Dad without having a single kitten. So today, we salute the top Pops […]
Quentin Tarantino is known for crackling dialogue, lots of cussin’, and stories that come together in the end. Squentin Tarantino is known for crackling dialogue, lots of cussin’, and … well, we haven’t reached the end yet.